Sunday, July 29, 2012
I partied on the beach one night, listening to a couple of bootleg recordings, sleeping on the sand and waking early to catch the sunrise over the water.
I danced alone another night to music on the deck of the ranger station of the Fire Island National Seashore during a rain storm with the ocean pounding a short distance away. While leaving I heard multiple screams of what sounded like a child or young girl in the dunes. It was at first unnerving. I replied in kind and eventually determined it was a fox, the two eyes shining brightly in my flashlight.
The waves were fabulous, although a passing storm kicked them up and made them bigger, with stronger currents and therefore more dangerous the last two days of the vacation.
Our short visits to St. Georges Manor (home of the Smith family taken over by the British and turned into a fort during the Rev. War) and the William Floyd Estate (a signer of the Declaration of Independence and home occupied by the British as well) did not thrill the kids, but we learned a lot about who the William Floyd Parkway was named after, a road that leads to Smith Point Park/beach on Fire Island where we spent the majority of our days.
I even got to meet some famous "people", sticking my hand in Madonna's crotch.
A friends cremains were scattered at the site of the houseboat he inhabited with his dad back in the early to mid 1970's. I walked out into the reeds and tidal channel opposite the location where I remembered the houseboat being, scattered his cremains handful by handful until the bag was empty. I definitely inhaled some of his dust. The dark brown muck in the tidal channel was at least a foot deep. I'm guessing I stepped in his shit that he'd toss out from the deck of the boat when they lived there.
Lots of video taken that will now need to be edited, determining what I'll be doing weekday evenings this next month, or whenever I get around to it.
We accomplished a lot. It was a wonderful time, although not as relaxing as I wanted considering “social” events required keeping to schedules.
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It was just as I remembered and as good the second time around.
Monday, July 16, 2012
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Monday, July 9, 2012
Died in December
Next winter takes another
Seasons pass alone
Futures promise is exposed
Lying in a box
All of those bands had classic moments, but what distinguished the Beat was Wakeling's ability to express anger or melancholy along with snappy, upbeat pop melodies — from his early "Save It for Later" to "Mirror in the Bathroom" to "I Confess."
"To say 'happy and upbeat' is a shortcut, really," Wakeling says. "That's the dichotomy — there's happy and sad things going on at the same time. People ask you how you are, you say you're doing great — a certain percentage is terrified or unhappy or whatever. We're always running happy and sad at the same time, and that was our notion of it in the Beat.
"We didn't want it to be all angry, like punk, because you can't be angry all the time. You just get tired of being angry. ... The idea of the punky reggae party was you could be hopeful and defiant at the same time. You could be happy, and you could protest."
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One summers rain drops falling
Like a kiss on the skin
To a land that's been promised
There in paradise
AMAZING. Sometimes something is so good it feels pointless to even explain how incredible it was. So proud that Coldplay came to Sunderland and i hope they really appreciated the crowd, the atmosphere was brilliant and the rain didn't stop us from having a fucking immense night. The lights are beautiful and it gave me chills seeing the stadium of light lit up. [thanks sterock85]
I finally have a chance to put my thoughts down after only getting to bed at 1am and having to be up for work at 7:30am. I'm completely overwhelmed by that..so much so that i've sunk into a state of PCD (Post-Coldplay depression). With our General Admission tickets, we arrived quite late on (during Rita Ora) and were shocked to find most of the lower bowl seats taken (The OH wanted to sit as is claustrophobic). We decided on a seat at the back near the corner of the West Stand but had no cover so it wasnt nice being drenched in the build up.
As the rain kept coming, somehow we just completely forgot about it. In a way the rain added to the whole atmosphere of the night and made it a show that us and probably Coldplay will never forget. The biggest cheer went to Viva La Vida then Charlie Brown/Paradise looked spectacular in the dark as the Xylobands looked at their best. For me though, the highlight was to come.. as Paradise was ending we noticed something being set up just in front of us. Two guitars, a piano? Surely not? Then we noticed the stewards creating a path right beside us. Is this really happening? And there they were Chris and the band walking past us to a mini stage right in front of us. I was completely blown away by this. Amazing part of the show and something I wasnt expecting at all (I thought the C stage was just one of the corners of the main stage?!) Speed of Sound was superb and i loved the way they introduced each band member individually. The finale back on the main stage was epic and then far too quickly it was all over..and the walk/drive home in the rain as people looked amazed at what they had just witnessed. My first ever Coldplay experience is one i'll never ever forget and something very special to see them in my home City at the football ground I attend every other week. All I feel now is sadness as I just want to relive the whole experience again. [thanks mackemlad79]
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Reaching out to the future
Waiting for their touch